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Excuse me.

But it's my plate!

- It's always the same. - The one with flowers.

Always the same.

But I always eat from the one with flowers.

Dear colleagues. Quiet, please.

The hobby club

at our old age home

whose mission is to motivate the elderly,

through events and road trips

has decided to appeal to the Writers Club.

As follows:

Dearest Writers,

we kindly request you

to assume patronage over our old age home.

The only thing that can spark joy into our dreadful and hopeless lives

is literature, that we are so at thirst of.

And we hope that we are not mistaken in thinking

that it will be great pleasure,

for every writer,

when his books bring the last smile on an old persona's face.

Worn out with disease and hardship.

Books...

Books...

I'd rather have a decent meal.

Exactly.

At least some cold cuts.

- They take our ration cards. - They want to starve us.

Socialism, dammit!

Socialism... What's socialism to do with that?

It's the crooked cooks fault!

They steal!

WEATHER FORECAST

BASED ON A SHORT STORY BY MAREK NOWAKOWSKI

"INCIDENT IN A SMALL TOWN"

I'm a happy and cheerful Cracovian lad

My white horse Rides nicely

Run my little horse Spray some sparks with your hoofs

The fiery red cap On my head

Shows the fire in my loins

My heart burns My horse runs

And my girl claps her hands...

Finally. I'm sorry, I'm taking it back.

- You can't undo the moves. - There you go, then.

We appeal to all who can move to their relatives and friends for the winter,

to households with old tile stoves or heaters.

Due to scarcity of provisions, moving to the countryside

would be advisable.

All holiday resorts shall be reserved for children and the infirm

and have evacuation plans in place.

Residents of the 2nd and 3rd zone

shall be provided accommodation in schools...

- Tone-death. - ...and other heated public buildings

with board available in designated locations.

Great...

Evacuation of zones with a high risk...

I'm gonna go crazy!

...shall proceed with the first cold wave

to avoid hypothermia.

No preparations have been made

Ignorant!

...for even the mildest winter.

Please bear in mind, if the 81/82 winter

is similar to the ones from the past 20 years,

many of our loved ones might not make it to spring.

I know it's cold. There's no coal.

It hasn't been delivered. There's a crisis.

Ms Jadwiga...

If they have problems falling asleep, administer them something.

What?

Something to help them sleep. You know.

Let's form a circle.

Relax...

Breathe steadily...

slowly... calmly...

until the medium falls asleep.

The first...

the second...

the third...

the fourth...

P...

Q...

R...

S...

The first...

the second...

the third...

the fourth...

the fifth...

- U. - U.

Pilsudski.

There were three well-known bars in Warsaw:

"Gastronomy",

"Oasis",

and "Adria".

That was life...

Girls, taxi dancers, but what girls!

Not like these days, trashy,

but with legs that went all the way down to the floor.

Pouring champagne...

down their necklines.

The girls were squealing, pretending not to like it.

But in the end, you know,

a cab, a quick drive,

Sienna 12, at Mr Jan's,

love nest,

not an ordinary one, but exquisite.

Or, for example,

at my manor.

What sleigh rides,

full of dancing and singing,

everyone was as full as a boot.

And what horses!

Carthorses, Tatar horses.

Stocky, but very strong.

What a life!

Foolish, shallow life.

- Maybe yours was better? - Of course.

My life had meaning and purpose, beautiful and great.

Before the War, you had done time

and after jailed others.

- And what are you left with? - Take your hands off me!

The first, the second,

the third, the fourth,

the fifth, the sixth.

Z.

The first.

A, B,

C, D,

E...

- Warns... - Against what?

Oh God...

A war.

Gentlemen, please, keep it down, don't wake them up.

Go on, go on.

Be quiet.

Go on, go on.

Have you seen that?

What does it all mean?

Why are you up? What's going on?

Exactly, what's going on?

Who are these coffins for?

Coffins? What coffins?

- Coffins! - We saw them with our own eyes!

You saw nothing. Stop spinning tales.

Back to your rooms, or I'll lock you up.

- Where? - In these coffins?

No, in your rooms. Please, go to your rooms.

Who's coming with me?

Let's go.

Come.

Go.

You go first.

I?

After you.

What are you doing?

I want to be buried in this dress.

Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

They won't kill us, will they?

And during the war?

These were Germans...

And after the war, haven't they killed?

Oh God!

Give me something to eat.

Thank you.

What are you looking for?

- Are going to eat that? - Just eat it.

No, no, no. They won't crucify us.

Where are you going?

I don't feel like getting killed.

Sure, we won't allow to kill us off! We'll put up a fight!

Then, you fight. I'm going.

Let's get the fuck out of here!

Now.

But it's pitch black and cold outside.

Then, stay here.

Move it!

Ms Ksenia.

- Ms. Ksenia. - What?

- We're running away. - We're running away!

- We have to. - We have to!

- But I haven't come here for that... - Come on, just once...

- Oh God, what's happening here! - I'm sorry.

Swine!

- A pervert! - What're you doing here?

Jesus!

Listen!

I'm sorry.

- I'm here about something else. - What happened?

- We have to go. - Why?

Where to?

They want to kill us off. They've already brought coffins.

- Coffins? - Impossible!

Mr Jan...

get out!

Goddamn, get dressed quicker!

- Quiet. - Calm down.

Quiet. Get dressed!

Don't make any noise.

Stop! Stop!

We're going together.

With a knife! With a knife!

Let's get out of here!

Come on! Get out!

Quiet! Quiet, women!

Let's go. Let's go.

Calm down, calm down.

- I left my toothbrush. - Are you mad, woman?

I'll lend you mine. Come on.

- What? - Wake up.

- What happened? - I don't know, but...

something's wrong with the old folks.

Just get up.

With the old folks?

Oh, excuse me.

I've already called them twice for breakfast.

Mr Kazimierz! Are you all right?

- Are you ill? - No.

So, what are you doing?

Please, get up.

Please, wash yourself and rush for breakfast.

The soup's getting cold.

- Maybe he got drunk? - So early?

Check the women.

What's this mess? What's going on?

Why aren't you up? Breakfast is served.

- I won't eat. - Get up, please.

- Why? - I'm not hungry.

You want to exterminate us?

- What are you talking about? - We won't let you kill us!

Get up for breakfast! What's going on here?!

Open up!

Are you mad, Mr Stanislaw?!

Mr Stefan!

Are you out of your mind?

What are you doing? Where are the others?

- I don't know. - Where are they?

I don't know...

Mr Stas...

Are you all right, Mr Stanislaw? Don't be silly!

Nurse Jadwiga!

Nurse, help me! Get an ambulance!

Nurse...

Jadwiga!

That's the last thing I needed.

Quick, call an ambulance!

Jesus Christ!

Where have you been hiding...

Come on...

kill me.

Come, come.

Hello guys.

- How did it go last night? - Everything went well, Mr Chairman.

- All set. - Well, well.

- Looks good. - Real beauty.

I knew it'll be a sweet piece.

I see myself lying in it. But fix the glass.

Consider it done, Mr. Chairman.

Somebody to see you, Mr. Chairman.

Hellooo! Ms Ksenia!

Hellooo! Guys!

Fucking old farts...

And?

I told you.

Who knows how to milk a cow?

Maybe you?

I had milkmaids.

I know how to milk.

Okay.

Get in. It's pointless.

Waste of petrol.

Come on, faster!

It's all your fault! Get off and push the car!

Who hasn't got one yet?

It was your idea.

You told me to bring them at night.

They're old people.

Seeing coffins could stress them. I meant well.

It's not an old age home, but a madhouse.

Pull over!

It might be them!

Hey, you! Stop!

Swine!

Well... And what next?

Maybe we can come back?

Come back? Where to?

- Back home. - Back ho...?

Back home? Go then, damn it!

Who's coming with me?

Home is the place one comes back to.

Why are you making such a fuss?

Hell, do you think you are! A director, dammit.

Back off.

They're coming!

Oh God!

How do you find it?

But what if there's a guard?

No, it's clearly abandoned.

This place is a wreck.

Exactly, you have built a new Poland.

Really funny...

The box. Where is the box?

- Here. - Pass it to me, please.

- Your treasure. - Indeed.

So much effort... determination...

and stuff...

- Could you keep me warm? - Swine!

For you.

Look!

Look!

Give it to me.

We have to pluck it.

So...

Let's share.

Just a little piece.

Slowly, slowly. Everyone will get their share.

- For you. - Keep it.

I have dined on better pheasants.

Just a bite.

Divide this, please.

So everyone could get a piece.

Small pieces.

Share it evenly.

It falls off the bone easily.

Nicely roasted.

Who wants more?

I need to confess to something.

That...

as for me...

since the Warsaw Rising,

in which I lost everything,

I have not been placing excessive emphasis on material things.

We are very much alike.

I also lost everything.

In Podolia. I left everything behind.

And... This?

That's all I've got left. Would you like to see it?

- Well, yes... - Hold the dog.

A real lady!

Very, very nice.

Do you have anybody close to you?

I do...

And I don't...

How come?

I have a daughter,

son in law,

grandchildren.

I love them very much.

But... I haven't seen them in a while.

They live far away.

This is their home now.

Why can't you join them?

I don't want to be a burden. Anyway...

What for?

The premiere of "Hamlet"...

was scheduled for the next day.

During the dress rehearsal...

I got drunk.

I took the whole burden of the role.

The director had me permanently dismissed.

Fleeing, I took only...

this wedding dress.

I came back home.

They didn't want me.

That's how I ended up...

with you.

Have faith...

Have faith...

Careful, careful!

Do you have my box?

See what you've done?

I appreciate your criticism, comrades.

Constructive and fair.

But I would like to remind

that Comrade Secretary, himself,

has instructed me

to sell off the surplus.

Long before the introduction of the reform.

I'll allow myself to take the floor.

We won't continue to analyse what has happened.

We'll come back to it and draw conclusions.

But...

you were too hasty.

You've considered only the economic factor.

That's why we have to take vigorous measures.

I suppose you have an action plan?

Of course, we have.

- We're here. - Yes.

- And? - Nothing here.

And?

Have you found anything?

Nothing here either.

Help us!

We're closed in? How am I to stand?

Mr Jan!

Let's put these tables together.

Tolek! Come here!

Look.

What's going on? It's not a community centre.

What's the problem?

The cloakroom is there, would you mind?

Cloakroom? There's nobody there.

Exactly!

Good manners...

My friends, in Warsaw, during occupation,

a certain excellent singer

ran a coffeehouse in Count Branicki's Palace.

Count Komorowski worked in the cloakroom.

Listen, let's chip in.

Just whatever you have on you.

Good, I'm hungry.

Okay, but don't interrupt and let me finish.

One Thursday, Count Branicki visited his palace and saw...

I'm sorry, that's all I've got.

And asked Count Komorowski to serve him a cigar.

We were afraid it might end up in a duel.

Fortunately, the gentlemen were well-mannered.

Count Komorowski approached Count Branicki

and introduced himself with all due respect.

Count Branicki stood up.

Apologized. They shook hands.

And this is how we averted a duel.

This is what's called manners.

Sir!

Sir!

Would you be so kind?

Can we have the menu, please?

- What for? - We'd like to order some food.

- What? - And what would you recommend?

To go somewhere else.

Maybe, we could eat something warm?

The only warm thing is the stove.

- The stove? - Yes, in the kitchen.

A real joker.

Do you have yellowtail?

Nope, only a piece of tail.

Mind your language! There are ladies here!

Calm down!

These old bags?

Calm down!

Call the militia! I'll close the door.

Start playing! Or I'll mangle with your instruments.

Oh Jesus!

Old farts! Let go of me, or I'll hurt you.

- Help! - Jozek!

- Let her go! - No!

You sex maniac!

Jozek, let her go!

No, no, no!

You're shameless!

You're shameless!

Get the fuck out! Now!

They ran away.

And what now?

Can you hear me?

Sir...

Wake up.

One at a time.

OK

Be extra careful here.

- Carefully. - Not all at once.

- Because it'll fall apart. - Are you there?

- Yes, I'm still here. - These handrails are like in a circus.

That's it. I won't do it.

Good Lord!

Carefully! Don't drop the box!

All right, all right...

Are they biting?

At all.

Even swimming is forbidden here.

During the war, when they threw in a grenade,

it rained fish.

Please, come inside.

You can...

spend the night here.

Thank you.

Come in. Faster.

Rye!

No grain, no gain.

Who are they?

Young folks.

Why are they here?

And you? Are you on a trip?

- Yes, on a trip. - Obviously!

Of course, on a trip.

What are you doing?!

What are you doing?!

- Girl, come to your senses! - Stop shouting.

- Come to your senses! - Stop shouting.

Jesus Christ, leave this child alone.

Stop shouting!

Are you mad?

- Can't you see what they're doing here? - Stop beating her!

- Calm down! - Jesus Christ!

We have to save her!

A pervert!

That's enough.

A pervert!

Come here!

Wait, I'll sort it out.

Come here.

Take him.

Tie him up.

Let's tie him up.

Tie him up.

Come on.

Wait, wait.

Take him!

- What are you doing in here? - What we please.

- They are young people. - Leave him alone.

Get out of my mill!

- We have to get out? - Get out of my mill!

Pass me the rope!

- What are you doing? - Come on.

That's enough! Come to your senses!

Come to your senses!

Come on!

- He's already tied. - But why?

Be quiet!

- He gave us a place to sleep. - And now he's throwing us out!

Where we're going to sleep?

Get away from the miller.

People, people The world is not a place for strife

Don't live in hypocrisy You've got only one life

Love your life Make the world a paradise

Love your life Make the world a paradise

Heaven?

Is this your heaven?

I feel sorry for them.

Stupid mess...

Help me.

Sodom...

and Gomorrah...

What are you doing here?

Stop it!

Turn it off.

- Are you angry at me? - No, I'm not.

You, you...

We owe you an apology.

Mr Jan!

Mr Jan!

Don't leave me alone.

- Let's go. - Why?

They wouldn't listen to our advice.

So, we're leaving. Come on.

This dog's gone mad.

It's impossible. These are old and frail people.

Carefully, carefully.

I told you so!

I told you so!

Give me your hand!

Not everyone at once.

I told you so. They couldn't have passed here.

Faster, faster with these branches, my friend.

- How are you? - I'm cold.

I dig a burrow in hay.

Perfect for something sinful.

Lord, protect me!

You smile, but your heart weeps

Getting old is no picnic

Human thing

But maybe it can be changed

There's another way

That you should know

Dance the waltz

The world will swirl

You'll feel younger for a minute

It's not important

How old are we

Because time stands still When you dance

Wonderful, wonderful...

- You're just making fun of me. - Thank you so much. I'm touched.

I'm scared.

Come, come, come.

- Come, come, come. - They'll see us.

Goddammit, come here, women!

Wait, I'll cover us up. So they won't be peeping.

You filthy...

lecher!

They're having a bone fire. They'll see us!

- Did they cross the river? - Sure, swam across!

Oh, Wacek, Wacek.

Could have taken the boats.

Gentlemen, these are old and frail people!

This is big.

Take it.

Warm up.

- Drink. - This will keep you warmer.

- Where did you get this? - From the bar!

Pour it!

Wait, wait.

And I have one too!

Open it!

Just a little bit.

Thank you.

Here you are.

Chopper here, come in.

Over.

Five here, I hear you fine. Over.

We've located the fugitives at 3216 E.

Over.

Roger.

So, it's a happy ending, after all.

Thank goodness for that.

Fall in!

Bastards.

Red belt

Weapon behind the belt

And an axe, which flashes from afar

Cheerful thought

Unhampered hand

This is the outfit and highlander's life

The murmur of the Prut and Czeremosz

Accompanies the Huculs

And a cheerful kolomyjka

Encourages to dance

There is no other life for a Hucul Than on the moorlands

When the fate

Throws him on the plains

He soon dies of longing

One more time!

Run!

Run!

Go away! Go away, you bullies!

Go away, you scoundrels! Or I'll kick you!

Help me!

Go away!

No, no, no!

Go away, you bullies! Go away!

Let me go!

I'm a free man!

What, what... What do you want from us?

I'm not going anywhere! What do you want from us?

Leave us alone! I'm not going anywhere!

Why are you hassling us?

Why are you hassling us?

You tosspot!

Before the war, I wouldn't even let you into my stable!

You don't know who you're talking to.

- Calm down. - Let me go!

Damn!

Here you are, our lovebirds.

Carefully!

We have another one. Get her.

Please, let me go! What do you want from me?

What do you want from me? Let me go!

- Pass him to me. - Hold him.

You got him?

Listen, I have been singing my whole life.

For Khrushchev!

For Khrushchev!

In Skopje! Everywhere!

And another one.

Please, come out.

Come on, come on. I'll help.

Scare me, please.

Come on, come on.

Scare me, please!

Goddammit!

I'll manage.

I'll manage.

One moment, please.

Please, take this.

Let me go! Let me go!

- Are you OK? - Yes.

Hands off!

I'll mange on my own.

I'll really manage on my own. Thank you, I'll manage.

I'll manage.

Yes, thank you.

- Come on. - Get away from me!

Come on. Take it easy.

Carefully.

And my belongings?

- Where are my belongings? - Here you go.

I'll manage on my own.

Don't touch me.

Comrade Colonel, search operation completed successfully.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Good job. Thank you.

Allow me to offer my congratulations.

- Thank you. - All the best.

Line up!

Your old folks are a bit of a bother.

What the heck?

You bastard...

I'll show you...

How swiftly moments pass

How swiftly time goes by

In a year, a day, a moment

We won't be here anymore

In a year, a day, a moment

We won't be here anymore